One is an old man in his twilight years, covered in blood.
One is a young man with a naked body and fine skin and tender flesh.
Roland has read a lot of books on religion, of course mostly gossip. I heard that the pastor of a certain religious sect is particularly fond of little boys. And Roland felt that his current character was only seventeen years old. Could it be that in the eyes of that old man, he was also a little boy
Thinking of this, he felt the pain in the back of his teeth, and then he became wary and jumped back. There was a sacrificial altar between the two of them, and with the obstacle, he felt much more at ease.
Perhaps because the negative effects of resurrection had expired, Roland felt much more comfortable. He blocked his vital parts with one hand, and then looked at the other person with burning eyes.
If you meet such an old man in real society, he will be completely honest. As long as the other party dares to act a little bit wrong, he will beat the opponent to the ground. But now he is in a very realistic game, and the opponent is a priest of the Temple of Life.
Unlike the pot-bellied priest in real life who cares about little boys all day long, who can't cast spells in the game dares to call himself a priest.
Seeing the guarded eyes of the young man opposite, Falcon smiled slightly at him. Perhaps his calm temperament played a role. The young man opposite looked much better. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Falcon raised his hand and pointed to the opposite side. The youth's forehead.
Roland had already put down some of his guard, but he didn't expect that the other party would release magic when he disagreed. He saw a green ball of light coming towards him. The speed was not very fast. Roland hurriedly ducked to the side, but the ball of light had certain abilities. The tracking ability turned a corner and hit Roland on the forehead, then deformed like jelly, seeping into the skin, through the skull, and into the brain.
Roland originally thought that the other party was going to kill him. After all, it was not uncommon for players to be killed by NPCs. He thought that he would experience the severe pain caused by another head explosion, but he did not expect that it would only hurt slightly for a few seconds and then nothing would happen. Feel it.
"Young man, you should be able to understand me now."
A gentle voice came from the other side. This was not a language Roland knew, but at this time he could understand what the other party meant.
Roland was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses. He stroked his forehead, took a breath, and said, "Do you know the language? Old man, wait a minute and let me put on my clothes."
Even if the old priest opposite him didn't have that hobby, Roland didn't like to show off his body to others. He quickly found the 'pick up remains' option in the system prompt and clicked to confirm.
In just a few seconds, Roland's headless body turned into countless small white squares, stretched into a beautiful light belt, flew to Roland's body, and blended into his body, while those splashing everywhere The brain matter and blood turned into smaller pieces of light and flew into his body.
This scene is very beautiful. Not only that, the entire church has returned to its original appearance, and the blood and brains on Falcon's clothes have also disappeared without a trace.
The entire environment suddenly changed from a gloomy and terrifying slaughterhouse to the original peaceful and peaceful chapel.
Roland received a prompt from the system in his consciousness: You have recovered your 'body' and recovered 50% of the character experience points lost due to death. The retrieved value is: 0.
Not long after Roland was 'born', his head was exploded by magic power, and he didn't gain any character experience points at all. Naturally, it was impossible to get any character experience points back.
When all these white light squares returned to Roland's body, he had an extra set of clothes on his body, which was the gray-brown linen clothes he wore before.
With the clothes on him, Roland felt relieved. He nodded to the other party and said hello: "Old man, please excuse me, how long does this proficient language magic last?"
"About three hours." Falcon's voice had the characteristic weakness and hoarseness of an old man. He felt that the other party should be the golden son mentioned in the oracle, and he didn't run away: "If I could maintain it for more than five hours when I was young, .”
Most old people like to remember the great achievements of their youth. Although this old man is a priest and an NPC, he is no exception. Roland smiled in his heart, but said with a normal face: "My name is Roland, what is your name, old man?"
"Falcon!"
After saying his name, Falcon looked at the young man up and down with his old eyes. Judging from the conversation and behavior just now, it seems that the other party does not know any etiquette, but there is a strange quality about him, which makes people feel that this is how the other party speaks, without any impoliteness.
Although Falcon is a priest and an old man, and he also worked as a mercenary for two years when he was young, in the eyes of ordinary people, he is not only a high-ranking professional, but also a priest who saves the world. But in essence, Falcon is still just a slightly outstanding human being. Since he settled here, he has lost his source of intelligence.
Many times, intelligence is not just intelligence, it can also become a kind of knowledge.
Losing information and staying in a small town can actually be regarded as losing the source of knowledge in disguise. Falcon is very clear that he has made no progress at all in the past few decades, and has actually regressed a lot.
But he has no regrets, nailing the glory of the goddess in this town is what he is most proud of.
Although the golden son in front of him looks easy to talk to, who knows what is going on inside. However, since the opponent was able to resurrect from the goddess's sacrificial platform, he should be closer to the goddess.
"Sir Roland, you must be the son of gold, right?" Falcon asked cautiously. Before understanding this young man's character, it is better to be cautious in everything: "A few days ago, the goddess sent an oracle, saying that you They will come to this world from the outer plane and live with us.”
So in the game, are players set up like this? Roland found it a bit strange... In most games, players are set as saviors or other powerful special characters, but this was the first time they were treated as an alien race.
But think about it, with half a million players... there can't be half a million saviors.
Roland nodded: "I should be the son of gold you mentioned. I do come from an outer plane... Old man, can I ask a question?"
Falcon smiled and said, "Please tell me."
"Where is this?" Roland looked around: "I know this is the church of the Goddess of Life, but what I want to know is where it is now."
Falcon turned around and pushed open the wooden door. The morning sunlight poured into the church like orange water, bright and warm.
He was bathed in the sunshine, and there seemed to be a halo around his body. He turned around and smiled at Roland.
"Welcome to Red Clay Town!"